Through quotes (mostly from psychoanalyst Winnicot and writer Virginia Woolf) and her own writing and art, Bechdel chronicles her struggles with understanding and documenting her family history. Most of the action is either between Bechdel and her therapists or with her mother. I was impatient with the many therapy sessions and by how much impact tiny moments apparently have on psyches--y'know, the type of thing where seeing a mirror as a toddler instills a constant fear of replacement or whatever--but it all comes together beautifully and in the end, left me in tears.